Borgstrom said that specific details about the the allegations had not yet appeared in Swedish media. But he acknowledged that the principal concern the women had about Assange’s behavior—which they reported to police in person—related to his lack of interest in using condoms and his refusal to undergo testing, at the women’s request, for sexually transmitted disease. A detailed, chronological account of the women’s alleged encounters with Assange—which in both cases began with consensual sexual contact but later included what the women claimed was nonconsensual sex, in which Assange didn’t use a condom—was published on Tuesday by The Guardian; a Declassified item included a more explicit reference than The Guardian to Assange’s declining to submit to medical tests.

According to a police source: ‘They had a discussion and decided it would be OK to share the living space, then went out together for dinner.

‘When they got back they had sexual relations, but there was a problem with the condom – it had split.

‘She seemed to think that he had done this deliberately but he insisted that it was an accident.’

Assange apparently said 'Uh, the condom leaked?' Ms Ardin went to the hospital to go get checked out for STDs, and remarked 'that's not what I meant when I said I wasn't starting a smear campaign'.

A Pentagon spokesman said 'Damn you, Julian Assange and your Wikileaks website. Nobody is allowed to leak the names of our CIA operatives but us!'

Which brings me around to a subjunctive conversation I was having with my housemate today. He had just gotten over a cold and had some energy back. He was enthusiastically cooking some potatoes 'Gonna bke some potatoes, yeah! Gonna stick 'em in the microwave for five minutes!'

'For five minutes! Then whatcha gonna do?'

'Gonna bake 'em, yeah!'

Later on I said he should open a baked potato - selling table down on the main street. Right out front of my Insurance office where I explain insurance policy offers and adjustments in Randy Newman style meter: